I’d like mornings better if they are to start later.
Monday morning, the sun felt warm on my back, casting a soft glow over the bed. I could just sleep on this bed forever, my fluffy cloud-like bed. Sometimes, I'm a little grumpy in the mornings, reluctant to face this revolving world. It's either a busy day or tiring day ahead, so practically there's nothing to look forward to.
Why is it that the bed always seemed to be so much softer and comfy in the morning? Compared to the night, although it is still the same bed, it definitely seems harder to sleep in. It requires certain rolling,flipping and tossing before I can get sleepy.
Took out my favourite book and started flipping a few pages before my maid came in with a hot chocolate, ah... My favourite! Woo.. It really serves its purpose and perks me up for the rest of the day.
XOXO
